Ski Lodge, The - part 1

Cora looked over the men that had answered their brochures. "Sheesh, Tiffany, did they ever answer! 'Experimental ski thereapy for men, only obese need apply.' There must be a dozen!"

"That's good,' answered Tiffany. "Fun times to be had by all...for a little while" She smiled mischievously as Cora leaned over and kissed her breifly. "We've left 'refreshments' out for our guests--"

"Same as we left for those gals?"

"The very same. Oh, except for one guy that arrived early, he has a special variant of the 'Boom' serum."

"Variant how?"

"You'll see! It's a surprise. Now, go make our guests confortable and tell them anything they hear will be charges being set off to prevent avalanches."

Taking their 'friend' Brad by the hand, the girls' eye roamed all over his form. A rather tubby 250 pounds, Brad had been guzzling the 'microbrew' given him by the quart, and his belly showed it. Strangely enough, he didn't feel any need to urinate. While Brad was a bit puzzled by the black rubber longjohns the gals privided for him, he had to admit that they kept him rather warm outdorrs...and the way the hands roamed over his body didn't hurt either.

"So what are the three of us going to be doing?" he asked.

"Oh, we're kind of into fireworks, and we'd though you could help us set off some charge to keep the slopes clear, trigger some mini-avalanches. You know," Tiffany said with a wink as her hands rubbed his belly, "...make things go boom. Did you polish off all the beer we gave you?"

"Every drop," he said as he rubbed his belly. "Makes me feel a bit gassy, but I took your advice and didn't try any strenuous activity."

"Good," Said Cora. She knelt in front of him, took as much of his belly his she could with both hands...and proceeded to swiftly to head butt his gut as hard as she could, rubbing her face into his massive warmth.

"OH!" he cried out as a terribly loud hissing sound, nearly a roar suddenly came from his belly as it suddenly surged forth, growing in size as the hissing grew in volume. As a horrible gassy sensation struck him he realized that he was completely unable to 'expel' any of the gas. "Oh, don't worry, silly boy," Tiffany said as her lips descended on the growing orb of his body. "The beer we gave you merely broke down some chemical bonds and put them back together like long rubber molecules; there'll be no pain and no lasting long-term efffects."

As he grew bigger, creaks and groans started to come from his longjohns, the buttons straining as diamonds of flesh emerged, his belly straining to break free. A loud BANG! is heard as the center-most button gives up the fight and leaves, exposing a goodly amount of his belly. Tiffany and Cora slowly unzipped the fronts of their ski suits, lust in their eyes.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned as the girls fell on him, their lips and teeth all over his body, driving him crazy as he grew bigger...bigger...as his belly grew to a satiny orb some eight feet around. "Um, just how are you going to get all this gas out of me? It seems I can't, um, get rid of it."

"Silly boy, your body will get rid of it sure enough, don't worry," Cora said, sharing a wink with Tiffany. Moaning with arousal, Tiffany ran over and planted kisses all over the exposed taut flesh as button after button gave way. Brad groaned with delight as his belly forced its way out of the confines of the suit, buttons snapping off with loud reports while Cora ran naked swollen breasts over his exposed skin.

"Damn, this is so wierd, but it kinda feels so good," he said, his limbs swollen massively but still encased within the suit. "But girls, I don't think I can get any bigger unless I, um, get rid of some of this gas. You know what that means," he siad sheepishly.

"Don't worry, we told you before, your body will get rid of the gas in its own good time," Tiffany sang out as she shared aother wink with Cora. "Here, have another beer," Cora said, pouring said 'beer' down his throat. His limbs horribly bloated, Tiffany pushed him over against a tree, the better to appreciate the growth of his body as it bloated up some twenty feet across, terrible stretch marks all over the smoothness of his belly. "Mmmmm, so tight, to firm, so smooth...tell me Tiff, how much longer until he explodes?" asked Cora, running a nail down his body, then followed up by running her tongue into his navel.

"Judging by the strecth marks, not too much longer," Tiffany said, her voice low with arousal. "We'll want to stand back a bit, the gases inside violently react upon contact with air."

"Explode? I'm going to explode?!," Brad cried out.

"Certainly, sweetie," said Tiffany. "We told you, your body will get rid of the gas in its own good time," she said as she and Cora both climbed onto him, agitating the contents of the liquid inside him and causing his internal pressure to rise. "You wouldn't want to be like this forever, eh?"

As Tiffany dug in her heels and rocked his body, Cora started gently jumping up and down on him, their efforts causing his pressure to increase further...further...and further! His belly swelling terribly dome-like, it creaked and groaned ominously, the stretch marks widening, until it looked like they were abouit to join. Tiffany called out, "Time we take cover, my pretty bomb!" and ran for some nearby rocks.

"Time we were gone, my sweet Belly-Boy. We'll be looking forward to the fireworks real soon," Cora cooed before she dismounted, her ass briefly brushing his face before she left.

Brad whimpered as his body grew, the internal pressure hammering away at his skin, his belly forcing its way forward, outward, an invitation to an explosion. As the terrible lethal pressure mounted inside him, his overtaut body creaked loudly, his belly the size of a small house as his limbs swelled into futile sausage-uselessness, his belly wobbling and trembling.

Tiffany and Cora giggled. "Look at him, the poor boy, all blown up and nowhere to go!" said Cora. Think he'll last much longer?"

"Nope, he's fucked. Just look at his stretch marks," said Tiffany. Even as she spoke, the dark brown stretch marks on his belly kept getting darker and wider as his body kept trembling. It was just as well Brad couldn't see what his belly was doing; The two women groaned audibly as his stretch marks finallly came together, meeting, then started to turn pink. Then an angry pink. And then, slowly started to turn an angry sunburn red. "You cruel bitches, I hope you both get what's coming to you," he impotently cried, his body rapidly heading towards its final destination.

It happened. His body started to pulsate in rhythm as Tiffany counted down:"Five...four...three...two..." her voice died off as the loud hissing sound from his body died away. Silence. In front of them was a giant orb of what used to be a man, a balloon-bomb, brought to the brink of explosion by them, trembling.

"Ngngngng! I've done it! I'm not gonna go boom after all," Brad creid out in relief, making only small laughs to keep is body's pressure from increasing. "I'm gonna..."

Hey Brad," yelled Cora. "Catch!"

Looking down, Brad was (barely) able to see Cora pack up an iceball. With a windup worthy of a major league baseball pitcher, she took deliberate aim and threw, straight into Brad's swollen gut.

It took him straight in the navel.

The hissing began again.

Brad felt his internal pressure start to increase. As the pulsating reached its crescendo, Tiffany and Cora watched in mounting anticipation, waiting for his body to reach its climax.

It came. Brad cried out a loud, "No...no..no...NOOOOOO!"

For just a brief moment before they reflexively ducked behind their cover, they had a brief image of a line of Y-shaped line yellow fire appear on his belly before a tremendous BOOOOOM! roared over them, drenching them in sound and wind.

Looking up, they saw the snow come down in the distance and laughed. "Well, it can't be said we didn't give him what he wanted. Let's go see to our other guests," said Tiffany as the two ladies mounted their snowmobile and drove away the the ski lodge.